Yin Mo lifted her eyelids, catching sight of the coffee in her hand, with a flat tone, "There are thousands of women who drink black coffee, he can't like them all."
"Indeed, but there's always one that's special." Cheng Li raised her cup in a gesture, hinting that she might be that special person.
Yin Mo didn't reply, instead gazing at her left ring finger, faintly noticing the mark of a ring that had been worn.
She said, "You've been divorced and had three men, which indeed makes you special among women who drink black coffee."
Cheng Li suddenly pinched the coffee cup tightly, feeling a sense of embarrassment and annoyance from being exposed.
The air solidified slightly, Cheng Li raised her slender eyebrows with a superior posture, "Miss Yin, have you investigated me?"
"No." Yin Mo looked back at her coolly, "He Qing gave me your detailed information."
